How precise. I see that you finally caught on.nI am an inconsiderate bastard on most accounts.nI plead guilty, now that it's all out war.nLet's make it clear, you were never more than a lousy score.nWe miss out by default.nI'm not even trying that hard.nOutside, let's see you carry your own.nThis is no surprise.nIt's not that I never told you,nwe both know I did.nI'm sick of the intricate confusion you lay like bait,nfrom here to anywhere but you.n(Or where you stand.)nnDid you really think I'd make a change to suit your skin.nI don't quite fit your precious little cage.nnNo more distractions.nWhy waste a perfect day,non your decay.nnSo this the first time I'm not lying when I said I'm fine.nCause I'm sick,nsick of being sick.nSick of being told what or who I amnI'm worth it-every single act of love that comes my way.nnDid you really think I'd make a change to suit your skin.nI don't quite fit your precious little cage.nI will not break myselfnNo more